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So, over the downtime I spent more focus on my little project: Learn how to draw. I have a lot of Bionicle works I could share, but I don't want to flood the forums, so I'll post a little at a time (and only really the ones I think look good enough to share. XP). Anyway, onto my drawing. Laza Laza is an original character of mine from my epic, Dare to Dream. This is my first time drawing her, but I liked her design, generally. I may tweak things a bit in the future. This one was a more recent sketch done around a month ago.
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Matoran Sentience: How it might have happenedThe Great Beings, at the beginning, created three beings with sentience at the beginning in at least some form: Artahka, Karzanhi, and Mata Nui. The sentience (at least partially) of Artahka and Karzanhi is evidenced by their competition for the Mask of Creation – both would have to have at least a primitive desire for the Mask. But Artahka and Karzanhi live in isolated realms, influencing select Matoran – Artahka with contentment and creativity, Karzanhi with a sense of hopelessness. But, aside from these isolated realms, the Great Beings left one more X-factor: The Great Spirit Mata Nui. Unlike the complex nanotech that made up the robot body, he would have to be capable of solving Spherus Magna’s problems, which would require a high level of intelligence, not to mention keep the body alive (keep in away from imploding planets and exploding stars and out of volcanic baths, for instance). This highly sentient being, not the Great Beings, created the Makuta, a species highly sentient from the beginning. (note the origin of the Makuta was from a highly sentient source, that substance that talks through Brutaka) They were designed to oversee the clockwork mechanisms of Mata Nui so he wouldn’t have to, along with the good old Order of Mata Nui. They created Rahi, disorderly beasts, which disrupted the Matoran’s work, causing malfunctions. Elimination of the problem by Toa (or others?) allowed work to continue without interruption. This evolved into primitive emotion (Work being done vs. disruption) Innovation to stop this inconvenience followed. Facts associated with efficiency or inefficiency became associated with emotion – emotion with doubt. Toa, holders of power, began to think of new ways to defeat worse challenges. Slowly, these individuals would remove Matoran into justice, away from “laboring in darkness”.The only exceptions to this rule would be the Toa Mata/Nuva, who got their sentience from Artahka and the Order of Mata Nui. The Order of Mata Nui may have been given a limited amount of sentience at the beginning (Hand of Artahka) However, their chief responsibility to protect the universe – and to stay secret – probably forced them to adapt to new conditions. That’s my theory, knock it down.
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P ~ M ' s C o m i c s ! Character Sheets Old New Season I 1. A Normal Day on Mata Nui... 2. Ummm... Who? 3. Yoiks! 4. Summer Special, introducing our Guest Stars! 5. Wait, Dume? 6. PGS? 7. :eyebulge: 8. Yaaahhh!! 9. Careful, this is a link to the archives. 10. Oh, NO! 11. ...Sorry! Season II 1. Shiny 2. Season Intro... sort of 3. I feel... 4. Science Project 5. Hard Decision 6. Fired! 7. BZPster special Season III 1. The Fabric of Spacetime is Unpredictable 2. GIMP'D! ...Sorta... 3. Yard Sale 4. That Darn Fridge! 5. Through the Keyhole 6. RAP RAP RAP 7. I Need a Map 8. Gerlicky Hates Me 9. Of Seaking and Avohkiis (Special Comic) [feat. Black Six!]10. Resolutions 11: DIAMONDS!!!!! 12: Christmas Special Season IV 1. What To Do, What To Do? Guest Stars: (usernames subject to change) PGS: PGS LIST IS NOW CLOSED! Reznas (known as -Reznas-) Jalla199 (now known as Loading...) Biocryptid21 Reptor Vahki (now known as Pony Hank) The X grayfore GS (10 per season): (Open) (Open) (Open) (Open) (Open) (Open) (Open) (Open) (Open) (Open) Sign-Up Sheet (If a PGS slot is available, please specify whether PGS/GS): Name: Nickname (optional): Powers (optional): Obsession (optional): True Love (optional): Likes: Dislikes: History: Anything else: Sprite sheet (Some form of Chimoru): Guest Star Guidelines I will not accept GS or PGS submissions from any member who has not posted at least once in this or previous “P~M's Comics” or “The Adventures of Three Matoran” topics. Yes, I will know. Don't try to fool me. I will now accept 10, I repeat, 10 GS appearances per season, and when that list is full, I will not accept additional submissions. I will most likely do a few GS appearances in one comic, across a few comics, depending on how things go. If you complain in any way, you will be removed from the list and edited out of the comic you appear in.Spritesheets can now be in any form of Chimoru, as long as they have 3 or more shades. Custom made (such as Chimoru Kal) will be allowed. Any continuity-exclusive or invitation-only variants require a PM from the creator or a continuity member.I am no longer removing PGSs if they do not post, but it would be greatly appreciated if they would. Media: Avatars: Wow, thanks so much to The X for these amazing avatars. I'm too lazy to put in codeboxes, but you guys know how to link to images. Banners: [url=http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=724][img=http://i1130.photobucket.com/albums/m539/Kongu3345/Comics/banner.png][/url] [url=http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=724][img=http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Kongu3345/Banners/bannernew.png] [/url]Fan Comics: (none yet) Feel free to contribute to the community with your avatars, banners, fan comics, et cetera. If you make one that I really like, I'll give you a present. Please send avatars and banners via PM. Fan comics should be posted so that others may enjoy them before I have a chance to put them on the front page, but if you really want to show me first, go right ahead and I will post them. Thanks to The X for those awesome avatars and for PGSing. Thanks to Loading..., .:Reznas:., Reptor Vahki, grayfore, Biocryptid21, and, as previously mentioned, The X for PGSing. Credit to Dark709 for Chimoru Alpha and the Expressions Kit. Credit to Gerlicky for the Six Shade Expressions Kit, even though he hates me for saying this. Credit to grayfore for the NEW! animation. Kudos to Black Six for getting the forums up and running and better than ever. Thanks. Credit to Loading... for some of the backgrounds. Thanks so much to everyone who has posted in this or any of the previous P~M's Comics topics for keeping us alive and (semi) popular. Credit to anyone else I missed. © MMX-MMXIV Piraka~Mistika. For information, please PM me.
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Dare to Dream I - Ghost Town Tetak woke up. It was another morning, the same as the rest. He didn't mind the monotony, though. At least, he didn't think so… Tetak's room was small; he lived in a sort of apartment-like complex. It wasn't so bad, after all, ko-matoran generally keep to themselves. There were never any major fights to be had and no noisy neighbors. If one were to listen closely enough, the only sounds that could normally be heard were clicks and clacks of writing as the scholars stayed up, lost in thought about the latest technological breakthrough and whatnot. Matoran here rarely think of anything other than the future. Tetak thought to himself. By now, he had gotten out of his bed and was on his way to his work. Tetak's work was special compared to his brothers'. He quickly stopped at the desk next to his bed to pick up blueprint ideas. I'd be dead if I showed up without these. He thought to himself, still half-asleep. With a sigh, Tetak placed them into his backpack. It was a handy little device that organized not just papers, but also small tools for his work. Without a word, he swung his pack on and left his room. The hallway outside was empty. Nobody else was up at this hour, so everything was perfectly silent. It always amazed Tetak how a place like this; a place that was, at times, filled with matoran running back and forth to and from their work, could also be so calm. It was almost as if he was alone in the world. No bothers, no friends, no Great Spirit, no virtues or turaga; it was almost sad in a way. Another sigh escaped Tetak's breath as he boarded the elevator. Empty as usual, but he was used to his solitude. With a click of a button, the elevator lowered five floors total. He could hear the gears rustle and creak all too well. For some reason, it always made him think of what it might be like to be underground. Listening to Onu-matoran as their tools picked and chipped away at the rocks, the heavy machinery buzzing in the distance while the carts went rolling back and forth. Sure, the work was far different than what Tetak was used to, but he would often fantasize on a whim. And he knew that was all it was; a whim. There was no lobby in his building. The elevator led directly outside-it was located on the very side of the building and was made specifically for residents on the upper-story. Looking directly at the building, one would see a cylindrical bulge on the right side which stretched from the ground to one floor above the roof for those who star-gazed. There was, of course, a main entrance to allow access to the first floor, and stairs in case of an emergency. Tetak started to head east, noting that it was still dark out. A slight wind blew in the air with a few flakes of snow dropping down. The mountain that they lived on was fairly large, and the location was generally an overlook of their city. As high up as his village was, however, there was one village that was up even higher: the village of lightning.Review
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One day three Matoran of different Koros walked into the forest in search of treasure. Unfortunately for them, they got lost. Hungry, cold, and without a map, they decided to sit down and camp for a while. After they had got a fire started, they took stock of what possessions they had.“I have a small axe,” said the fat Onu-Matoran, laying it on the ground in front of him.“Typical of an earth dweller. I have a piece of rope,” said the thin Le-Matoran, slinging it across his shoulder.“You are too down to earth, and you, well, you have your head stuck in the clouds,” said the average Ko-Matoran. I have a bucket, and in that bucket is the heatstone we just used to start the fire.”“So… no one has food?” whispered the Onu-Matoran, a faint whisp of horror blowing across his face. Almost subconsciously he began rubbing his rather round stomach, which made faint gurgling noises.“You look like you have enough food stored in there to feed an army. You’ll be fine. We need to find a way out of here!” said the Le-Matoran. He opened his mouth to speak, but was silenced by a rustling coming from the bushes behind him. Slowly he turned, expecting the worst-But it was just a crab- and a Manas crab at that.“Aww, it’s just a baby!” said the Onu-Matoran.“Baby or not… gentlemen, I believe we have found our dinner,” said the Ko-Matoran, slowly standing. Holding the bucket up, he stepped toward the crab. The crab backed up, eyes wide with fear.“Hold on, ice brain. I saw him first. He’s my food.”“Who says it’s a he?” said the Onu-Matoran. “Besides, you just said we don’t need food…”“I said YOU didn’t need food, fatty,” said the Le-Matoran. While these two had been arguing, the Ko-Matoran had made his move. But alas, he tripped- the bucket went flying, crashing into the crab and knocking it unconscious. The heatstone inside flew through the air as well… though it landed on the Ko-Matoran.He stumbled to his feet, blinked several seconds, and finally realized the obvious (something which neither the Le or Onu-Matoran seemed to notice): he was on fire. He screamed and started to roll on the ground, madly trying to extinguish the flames. This however only cause the grass below to catch fire. The Ko-Matoran tried to roll away… but he rolled right into the campfire. Within seconds, he had disappeared into an inferno. As if on cue, seconds later a thundering rainstorm came pouring into the clearing, extinguishing all flames. Left lying on the ground, the singed Ko-Matoran uttered his last words: “Save… me… some… crabs legs…” He died with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. The Le and Onu-Matoran noticed none of this, instead focusing on the crab, who was now unconscious. “Crab fricassee… crab stew… crab sandwiches… crab cakes… crab milkshakes… crab flambé… crab puree… crab parfait… crab crème brule…” uttered the Le-Matoran. He inched closer and closer to the crab, which started to twitch awake.“Now just wait a minute… I don’t think we should eat it, friend,” said the Onu-Matoran.“Why’s that… cool dude?” said the Le-Matoran, eye now twitching.“I think she’s cute.”This nearly caused the Le-Matoran to fall backwards into the flames, but he caught himself in the nick of time. With a thunderous boom, the rain began- which of course marked the end of the Ko-Matoran. “YOU THINK SHE’S CUTE?!?!” yelled the Le-Matoran.“I’ve always been a sucker for pets, you know…”“IT’S A CRAB. NOT A HE, NOT A SHE, NOT AN IT. A CRAB. REARRANGE THE LETTERS IN CRAB AND YOU SPELL FOOD. THEY DON’T THINK. THEY DON’T HAVE BRAINS. THEY EXIST TO BE EATEN. BY US. HERE WE ARE IN THE WOODS, WITH NO DINNER, NO MAP, AND A PERFECTLY GOOD MEAL IN FRONT OF US, AND ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS PET A CRAB!?!?!?!”“Hey, hey… crabs have feelings too you know.”The Le-Matoran’s eyes twitched wildly, and he stood shaking as though he were repressing a bad case of heartburn. The crab’s eyes teared up, obviously insulted at the rant.“YOU COOL DUDE!!!!!!” screamed the Le-Matoran, lunging forward and grabbing at the Onu-Matoran. He took hold of his throat“How would you like to be eaten?” said the Onu-Matoran, not phased.The Le-Matoran raised one eyebrow and tilted his head, contemplating what to say next.“How would I like to be eaten, huh… you don’t want to eat the crab huh… WELL THEN I’LL HAVE TO EAT YOU, FATSO!”He grabbed the axe from the ground and swung it around at the Onu-Matoran. He, in turn, made no movements or reactions of any kind, except to utter his last words before falling over backwards: “You just can’t get along with some people I guess…” He died with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. The Le-Matoran looked about himself, then finally started to inch toward the Onu-Matoran. A strange compressed feeling began about his throat.“Matoran fricassee… Matoran stew…”The feeling became tighter.“Matoran sandwiches… Matoran milkshakes…”He began to choke.“Matoran flambé… Matoran puree… Matoran parfait… Matoran crème brule..”He died, strangled by his rope which had become caught on a nearby tree.He died with his tongue- you guessed it- hanging out of his mouth.The crab crept forward, eying his surroundings:A burned to death Ko-Matoran.An dead Onu-Matoran with a large gash in his throat.A Le-Matoran strangled by his own rope.The crab smiled, as best as crabs can. He would feast for weeks. ----Being that this won an award, I'm reposting it. That and my malicious unquenchable thirst for attention of course
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Here's the Review Topic for my Epic, Ora Nui: Tale of the Matoran! Please, feel free to just leave a short post about the story, whether it's a suggestion, a compliment, or just a comment about some part of one of the chapters. Thanks for reading!
